A Preppy Dance of Fabrics

Walk past the lawn’s emerald carpet

where shadows of spruce trees dance

in a balmy summer’s afternoon glow.

See her in a cascade of colors,

a dress as vivid as spilled Skittles,

flowing with breezes that knot ribbons.

Patterns of paisley flirt with florals,

an orchard of hues in playful twirl,

each thread a line in an unpublished poem.

And those shoes, oh, constellations of stars,

bedazzled galaxies under every step,

turning sidewalks into celestial lanes.

She stands like graffiti in a golden frame,

embodying the rebellion of lacquer and thread,

where classic prep nods to the cosmos' edge.

Is there elegance in contradiction?

Because her style says what words can't,

a vivid, flowing tangle we rarely find.